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April 14th | 2013

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April 14th | 2013

Heyyy

Before you say a thing: No, I didn't finished the essay for Literature but the odds were in my favour and our teacher couldn't make it to the class because of the traffic or something like that so I have another week to /procrastinate/ do it.

Last night I didn't write because Lou invited us (Liam & me) to watch Footlose at theirs, you know how much I love musicals. Liam didn't show up, by the way. We phoned him and he told us that his mum asked him to take care of his little sister but I think he just didn't want to watch the movie. He's more an action-movie-guy... whatever.

The thing is that Lou and I watched Footlose.It was amazing. I had already seen Grease, Saturday Night Fever and Dirty Dancing so I was kind of craving for this particular movie. Lou told me that his mum bought it in the supermarket because for some reason it was there, between some books in the poor "library section". 

Uhmm... Is it bad that I want to purchase the movie soundtrack now? (I don't care, anyway I'm going to get it because I just loved all the music very much)

When we were over with the movie it was like 2am and we decided to grab something to eat. I made Louis' tea and my coffee and we ate a full package of chocolate cookies while talking about everything and nothing (as always). It always amazed the amount of topics that we can talk about. I mean, sometimes we're just all over the new Artic Monkey's album and the next we're discussing politics or debating on theories about the universe and life after death. Today at breakfast we were talking about our classmates and how their personalities have changed since we met them and for some reason we ended up talking about how neither of us could make proper friends until went to secondary school.

Back to last night, when we finally felt tired enough to went to bed it was like 4:30 but once we turn off the lights and everything we just kept talking until the sky was almost light-blue again (maybe 6am or so) Of course we slept until noon and have lunch by ourselves while Louis' family went to the park or something like that (I was too sleepy to actually realised what was happening around me). 

Mum was a bit angry with me when I arrevied home. She told me that I couldn't just disappear from the house and return 24 hs after. I told him that I was with Louis and that I had PREVIOSULY told her that, so it wasn't like I just left home out of the blue. 

Gemma came to my room a little after. I'm sure she was going to make me some kind of joke but thankfully she realised I wasn't in the best of moods. Instead, she stayed with me talking a bit and then watched a Disney movie together. She fell asleep in my bed so after I finish this entry I'm going to sleep in her room. 

Thanks God I have Gemma to talk about some things like what happened today with my mum. I mean... I love her so much but she acts like I'm still a little kid. And I know I'm just 18 but I AM NOT A FUCKING KID ANYMORE. I can take care of myself and decide what's best for me. But everytime I go out she's always so scared and worried and never stops asking where I'm going and who I amgoing with. Sometimes I just think she assumes I'm lying to her all the time and I don't understand why's that. I've almost never told her a lie about the place I was going (and she had never known about the only two ocasions that has happened... and I didn't even do nothing bad. It was just that she didn't know the friend's house I was going to and I didn't want her to ask me  about it either). Whatever, I think I deserve her to trust in me a little bit, at least. I'm not a bad guy, I'm responsible, I have good grades, I hardly ever go partying because I just don't like it, I drink the smallest amount of alcohol because I refused to ever get drunk... I wish my mother considered me a grown up man... or at least a young person capable to take decisions byt himself and truthworthy...

Ugh, sorry for the ranting. Lately she's getting on my nerves really often and I don't know if it's going to stop someday. Maybe I'll always be "her little boy"... *sighs deeply*

Well, I talked just about that with Gemma. He thinks my mum overprotected me too but she expects me to go and tell her. I can't do that! She'll be angry and she'll think I have something to hide and I don't want to argue with her. I always end up feeling like crap after arguing with my mum. It's like every time to have a row she taked the opportunity to tell me the things about me she's not happy with and that hurts so fucking much. It makes me fee that I'm not... like good enough? I don't know.

It's almost 12:30 and tomorrow is Monday... whyy?? I think I had some homework for tomorrow but being honest with you I couldn't care less. Maybe Liam will let me copy his answers... OH! And tomorrow I'm going to pick up Niall and Zayn from their school and go have lunch all three together. It's been a while since the last time we hung out together with all the "last year" study and stuff...

Okay, I can't barely keep my eyes open.

I'll wirte some more tomorrow... maybe.

Love,

Harry.

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